The Bottineau pioneer. (Bottineau, N.D.) 1885-1895, 1887-06-23
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What shall / do with all the days and hours
I'D make caramels some Of the
time, " said Sue, fiippantly, and swing
in . hamock three hours q day at least.
''Sue! S,le!' came the voice from the
library. Daughter" sad her mama,
a pale. shrinking lady in = white wrap
per aud pretty embroidered breakfast
cap. Now, don't get in y passion,
dearest doctor; let Susie see the tele-
gram. Oh, my dear, I fear something
terrible has happened. I had q sort Of
persentiment; you know I was telling
you. Doctor"
.:Fiddlesticks with your PRESENT.
mentsr' roared the doctor, q red-faced
old gentleman with q lot of blue-black
hair that stood up from his forehead
like %porcupine bristles. Something
terrible, indeed, something disgraceful.
something dishonerable, something that
brings my gray hairs in sorrow to the
grave" The doctor had not a white
lock in his head, but his meaning was
apparent, if his language was figura-
mental, tennis playing idiot. Never
let me hear OF tennis courts again. 1
would not give a cent for the whole of
the present generation. That wretch
ed college, with the professors and
their family life, family life indeed! L
knew John was good for naught, spoil
ed by his mother out of all conscience;
but TO have disgraced himself, his fami-
ly, all of us! Not that I consider him
in the least to blame. He was always
| the most punctilious, the most strictly
honorable. Quixotic creature. 1t was
the woman. of course. She is twenty
years older than he" <~%a
mo. Papa" from Sns;e; 'she's just
nineteen." 49, .
Il know what I am talking about.
All college bellies are twenty years old
er than the men they elope with; and
he so trusting and SO c%onfiding! The
unhappy, h~ol-headed creature! to think
he has deceived this splendid. beanti-
ful, wealthy girl under my roof! Why,
l almost felt like not sanctioning the
engagement, because taking place here,
it looked as if l m~anmuvred for it. I
a Vancouver! Great Casar!'' ,
"Hush, papa!' said Sue, clasping his
arms as he f%rantically tore up and
down the room. "Give me the mes
sage"
YALE CoLLEeE, Sept %, 1s-.-
"John Lane and Lady will arrive at Z P. NJ.
mss sn %'t roe snss''g' at station F. E's gSssp sup
:H'Oh, mamma! it is true, then, he is
married; and if ut Yale, to that Peters.
What shall we do? Poor Florence! she
is SO devoted to him, it will kill her.
Oh. Jack! Jack! and to that scrubby
girl! Don't let them come here
mamma I'll telegraph"
No, he shall come here" cried Jacks
mother. ats terrible, but the poor
dear trusts and loves me. See, the
telegram is to me-. and you can't ex-
peet me, doctor''-turning with some
violence on the almost insane father
seven you can't expect me to side
against the only boy I have on EARTH"
,"Come here" sad the doctor. al
most Gained by the excess of passion in
his bond slave, '.Of course he's coming
here; he's got no other place to so.
He hasn't married fifty thousand a
year, has he? But the question is, who
will break it to that splendid creature?
I can't tell her; I can't tell her-by
Jove I can't! You go. Sue, and break
it to her. Give her a hint. You wo.
men are clever enough at inveigling,''
with a glare at wife and daughter that
made the very cap strings palpitate.
"Tell her he's dead, and then he's is
married, that will ease her down q
bit"
"Oh, don't say such a thing of my
lpoor darling!' cried his mamma, in
stantIy summoningg up the image of the
%recreant John pale and beautiful in
death.
whats all this commotion about?"
cried a fresh young voice. Some
thing about. Jack, Isn't itp Why. what
ails you ALP He-is-not-dead-is
hep" -.
'Yes,' said the doctor, noddine
violently, the appropriateness of his sug-
gg~estion almost stunning him; 'dead
and. buried. Oh no.. my DEAR" as he
saw the light die out of the proud,
pretty face. That's my way of break
ing it to you, He's-he's-. Tell her.
Sue, he's married. He is coming here,
of all places, with his bride tonight. in
q few hours, and, of all people, that
beggarly Peters daughter, who is
twenty years older than he, Mrs. Lane;
know these college bellies. She is
and -"
"Read the telegram yourself, Flor.
ence," said Sue, through her tears.
The Heroine stepped to the window
and stood in the recess for. five minutes.
her back to the other three. ''Wellp"
she said presently.
"WellP" re-echoed the trio hanging
on her words. 4.
HE has been entrapped," said Flor.
ence, looking tall and stern. Il blame
her entirely. She made him do'it.: ]
always said she was the most manoeuvr.
ing, deceitful-oh, my poor Jackg'
cried the Heroine, in a burst of bitter
weeping.
Il hear the carriage coming up the
avenue, Florence" said Sue, in a low
voice. as she tapped at the door a
seven o'clock. "Why, Florence. yor
are perfectly lovely, all i'm white like .
bride, and with your diamonds on
What a lovely color in your cheeks
too! Oh, dear. what made him do ftp
"What made her do itP" said Mis-
Maxwell, with set lips. ''Wai ont
minute. Does nv train sit in the back!
She will be dirty aud dusty, til,
little"
''Never mind; we will 60 down t,
meet Them
Sue trembled, and Bertie's fifteen
year-old eyes were red with crying
but they deeended together. "YouI
train rustles just as Lady Macbeth
does in the sleep-walkingg scene," whis